Hey guys. I don't really have much to blabber about this chapter… so enjoy! Beware: Fluff warning. Read at your own risk. ;)

Disclaimer: I STILL don't own anything. Shocker, right? Yeah. So… you can't sue me. Too bad, so sad. Except… not really.

Beca POV-

Avoiding Chloe Beale for the last year had been harder and easier than expected. Since she was in grad school, we didn't have many classes in the same buildings, and I only ran into her maybe once a month. And by that, I mean she'd stop in her tracks when she saw me, and then I'd turn and run in the direction I'd came from. She'd stopped making attempts to talk to me after about a month of me ignoring her, and I ignored her, so we just stopped talking altogether. Now, though, it became obvious that Chloe was going to be more persistent than she had been last year. "Beca." She calls, knocking on my door. "Beca." She repeats, and she keeps going, even as I ignore her. Finally, after about twenty minutes of this, I let out a sigh, begrudgingly rolling out of my bed.

I catch a glimpse of myself in Kimmy Jin's mirror, and I'm disgusted by what I see. My eyes are bloodshot and ringed with dark circles, making me resemble a raccoon. My hair is greasy, losing the natural curl it has, and I'm not wearing any makeup. Ignoring this, I throw the door open, growling "What do you want?" Chloe's eyes widen slightly when she sees me, as if she didn't expect me to actually open the door, but she recovers quickly, pushing past me into the room. "C'mon in." I say sarcastically, closing the door.

She turns to me, her eyes full of apology and regret, both of which warring to take control. Eventually, anger wins out. "What the hell, Beca?" She shouts. "You've been ignoring me for the past week, and I'm tired of it!" She growls, stepping forward. "I love you, and this is not what people who love each other do!" She steps back a little. "They don't ignore each other!"

I don't know what she expected when she started yelling. It could've been anything, really. But somehow she didn't expect me to get pissed, which is exactly what I do. "Shut up, Chloe!" I shout, and she flinches, falling silent. Her eyes are wide, but I get closer. "You're the one who listened to Cassidy! You're the one who doubted me! Not the other way around. You don't have the right to come yell at me for something I didn't do!" I don't know if I'm screaming or yelling, but it doesn't matter.

Chloe takes a step back. "You're ignoring me." She points out, and the anger is fading, replaced by sadness and fear. "I don't want to lose you, Beca." She's whispering now, and tears are spilling down that perfect face, tears I caused. Our eyes meet, and my anger fades, and I walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her.

"You're not losing me." I murmur into her hair. Goddamn it, Mitchell. Why are you such a sucker for this girl? "Okay?" I'm pleading now, and I don't know why or how to stop. "You're not." What happened to me being pissed off?

Chloe's still crying, her sobs affecting my heart in ways that they shouldn't be able to. "I don't believe what she said, Beca." She cries, and I pull her onto the bed, wrapping my arms around her awkwardly and pulling her into me, which is hard to do because of the height difference. "I don't. I know you love me, I know, I was just scared because you were with her for so much longer and she's just so much better and I don't want to lose you." She's rambling, and it strikes me that somehow Chloe got the messed up notion that Cassidy is better than her. The thought is so crazy, so undeniably ridiculous, that I can't help but laugh. Chloe's eyes well up with more tears, and that's when I realize that she thinks I'm laughing at her. "I should go." She mumbles, tears still spilling.

"No, Chlo, I'm not laughing at you, I swear." I reassure her, pulling her back into my side. "I'm laughing because you think Cassidy is better than you."

Chloe's eyes are confused. "Why is that funny?" It hits me then that Chloe can be incredibly naïve sometimes.

"Chlo," I say, rolling my eyes. "She's not." Chloe rolls her eyes, now, scoffing. "No, Chloe, I'm serious." I say, sterner now. "She's not better than you."

"Yeah, right." Chloe says, and all of her insecurities are obvious to me. It never occurred to me that Chloe is insecure at all, considering that she's so perfect to me.

I shake my head, sighing. "Are you saying she's better physically or personality wise?"

Chloe blushes. "Both." She mumbles, and I pull away slightly.

"Okay, let's start with physical." I tell her. I take my finger and trace her lips. "Your lips are really soft, and amazing, and I get lost in them." I tell her, mildly embarrassed that I'm actually doing this. She smiles softly at me, her eyes twinkling. "And your eyes are beautiful." I add, looking into them more closely. "Especially when you laugh, because they light up." I poke a freckle on her face lightly, evoking a giggle. "And your freckles are adorable." I trace her lips again, and she smiles again, so I touch her dimples. "And your dimples make you look cuter than you already are."

Her smile stretches. "And your smile is really bright. Like blinding." I tease, and she giggles again. "I love the face you make when someone surprises you or you're mock surprised. Your jaw drops a little bit, and your eyes twinkle, and you have this kind of surprised half smile on your face." As I'm describing it, she makes that exact face and I laugh. "Just like that." She rolls her eyes. "And you have this sexy smoldering look that you give me sometimes without thinking about it." She laughs brightly. "And your laugh is like… angels singing." I say, blushing profusely at that metaphor.

She grins even wider, though, and it's totally worth it. "And your voice is like honey, but then it sometimes has a sharper edge that drags you in." She simply looks shocked, now. "And when you're pissed off…" I hesitate and then lean closer, whispering "I'm not gonna lie, it's a total turn on." Smirking, I pull away, and her eyes are a little darker than normal. I lean forward and kiss her lightly. When I pull away, she glowers at me, so I give her another peck. "On to personality." I say.

She rolls her eyes, but doesn't protest, staying silent. "You have the bubbliest personality I've ever seen." I start and she giggles. "You have no boundaries, and your happiness is infectious." I smile at her, and she smiles back, one that lights up her eyes. "You're extremely loyal and passionate about the people you love, and you'd do anything to protect them." Her eyes soften a little bit, and she moves closer, leaning her forehead against mine. "You can get insanely jealous over me, but I don't mind it, because it means that you are possessive of me, which means you care. You're opinionated, and stubborn, and you fight for what you want." She intertwines our legs, wrapping her arms around me. "I love every little part of you, Chloe Beale. To me, you are flawless."

She pulls me impossibly closer, her eyes sparkling with tears, and for a moment I think I've upset her, but then she smiles, a smile so bright and caring that it almost brings me to tears. And then she says, in a voice that could break anyone's heart and raise the dead, "I love you so much." She kisses me then, and I let myself get lost in her.

"I love you too." I murmur, and she kisses my neck lightly.

"Good." She yawns, then. "I'm tired, Becs." She whispers, and I turn around, allowing her to be the big spoon. She giggles into my neck, resting her head on my shoulder. "I love you." She repeats, and I smile.

"I love you too, Beale." I reply, and she grabs my hands, intertwining our fingers. "Now go to sleep."

I drift off in minutes, knowing that when I wake up she'll still be here. And maybe, just maybe, Chloe and I can make it through.

Aubrey POV-

Jesse walks into mine and Chloe's house, swinging Chinese food from his fingers. "Aubrey!" He calls cheerfully, and I roll my eyes.

"Come in here, Jess." I call, knowing that he can't see me even though I see him.

He walks in, grinning from ear to ear. He places the food down, walking over and placing a kiss on my lips. "Hey, baby."

I roll my eyes, suppressing a grin. "Why do you insist on calling me that?" I ask.

Jesse, ever the cheesy romantic, just plops down, pulling my feet on to his lap as he says "Because I can." He winks at me, and I can't suppress that grin anymore.

I let it out, laughing, and Jesse looks like he won a prize. "I love you." I tell him, and his eyes sober a little.

"I'll never get tired of hearing that." He informs me, and then he pulls me into his lap. "I love you too."

"I know." I murmur, laying my head on his chest. His arms tighten around me.

"Hey, Bree?" He says after a few minutes, sounding nervous.

I swivel my head so that I can see him. "Yeah?" I ask, and he blushes slightly.

"I just… I was wondering what you see in your future." He whispers, and suddenly I get why he's nervous. He wants to know if I see him.

I pause for a second, thinking about it, before finally realizing what I see. "I see at least two kids," I say slowly, watching his reaction. He smiles at me, obviously pleased. "I see a big house, and good neighbors." He nods. I think harder. "I see Chloe and Beca, married." I say, and his eyes widen slightly before he grins. "And I… I see you." He grins even wider, if that's possible. "I see a future with you, Jess." I admit, and it's as if he can see how hard that is for me to say or think.

"I do too." He whispers, and then he kisses me again. I run my hand through his hair, pulling him closer to me. It gets heated quickly, and he's pushing me back into the couch, and his hands are under my shirt. And I stop, suddenly. Jesse stops too, pulling away, his eyes dark and worried. "Are you alright?" He asks, his concern palpable.

I nod, slowly. "I'm alright, just…" I trail off, embarrassment heating my cheeks.

"Too fast?" He murmurs, and I nod. "That's okay." He says, and he kisses my forehead. "Our food would've gotten cold, anyways." He winks, and any and all tension that was in the room dissipates immediately, leaving me thinking how in the world did I deserve him? But looking at him, I decide not to dwell on it, deciding instead to enjoy the feel of his hand in mine and the fluttering in my stomach when he insists that we share the food. He's a dork, but he's my dork. Forever.

So… how was that? I dunno, but I was in the mood to write fluffiness today. So I did, because it's a free country, and I don't want to overwhelm you with plot twists. Reviews!:

gossipssweetlips: I know, Kaylie had a flashback! I originally wrote her remembering something else, but it was just too big to reveal that soon, and it seemed unrealistic. I don't know if what I finally wrote was realistic, but it was at least more realistic than the original. About Cassidy, I make no promises (mostly because I'm not quite sure what part she's going to play yet), but I can tell you that she isn't going away anytime soon. And thank you. :)

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